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You are mine, are you not?
But your art belongs to many others who've fought.
What I have with you is special I'm sure.
For the pulse of you is in my heartbeats core.

You intertwine with my thoughts, what can I do?
Is it my fault my impulses won't let go of you?
Fathoming a life without you is terror at its best
But I've imagined life with you, and was that too much zest.

The horizon for me's unclear, as it has always been
And now my treacherous senses feel you all under my skin
Feel the pulse and movement and aura of you flow
And your promise of uncertainty is why I must not go.

Alas, may your promises be a nightmare, and you yourself a dream
And the what ifs that tread with you, make their way to me.

Love, love, and more love,
Eli

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